As cliche as it sounds...my mom is my ultimate hero. This lady, superwoman, human being is the reason I am here and who I am.

Sometimes she is just so strong I forget that she too is a woman who likes to laugh, get pampered, and chat with her friends. She sacrifices so much for the family that I forget that she too has wants, like the new designer bag or a gorgeous new pair of shoes.

But instead of going after what she wants, she thinks to herself that with the $300 she would have to use on herself, she could split it into three and get each of her daughters a new pair of jeans or the new phone we've been wanting. So as a result, she uses the old tote she's had for years saying that there's nothing wrong with it.

As a result, she continues to wear her loafers she's been wearing to work each day that has minor tears and rips throughout. As a result, she continues to give, give, and give.

My mom moved to America with my dad at the age of 25. She knew no one, she knew absolutely no English, and she knew nothing about this foreign country. She moved to America with the string of hope she had for her future family to live a better life - to give her future children better opportunities and an easier way of life and hope.

She has so much determination and willpower she learned English by watching TBS for twelve hours a day and continued to order burgers at McDonald's to get practice. I, on one hand, have too much pride and I can't imagine what it's like to throw that away by the mere thought of giving a better life for future children that haven't even been born yet.

My mother was never the lovey-dovey type. She was never the one to hug me every time I came home from school or the one to bake me cookies to make me feel better. But she never ever was the mother to leave me thinking I was alone.

The minute my voice was a little different she made sure I was ok. She was never the kind of mother to let my cravings get to more than a day because they would be fulfilled that night. She was the kind of mother a daughter would look up to and just feel unconditional love.

Thank you for believing in me. No matter what I said or what I did, thank you for always being on my side.

Thank you for never stressing me out about my career, but giving me suggestions on what I should do and reminding me that no matter what I did I would do phenomenal.

Thank you for raising me to be a humble and kind woman.

Thank you for reminding me that I should want to be sophisticated and classy.

Thank you for showing me what that is.

Thank you for letting me grow up with everything I could have possibly wanted plus more.

Having three girls is no joke. Especially when we all fight at least twice a day. Coming home from an eight-hour workday, cooking dinner, cleaning the house, and helping each of us with our homework sounds impossible but you make it look so easy.

I wish that you would have asked for help. I wish you would have said that you were exhausted. I wish I would have noticed earlier that you are not superwoman and that you are human too. I wish I would have helped you earlier and understood you earlier.

Each day I realize that God has given me a mother I don't deserve. I realize that he has given you to me to show me what kind of person I need to grow up to be. You are the kind of mother I should be to my own children. Thank you for blessing me with this wonderful life. Most of all, thank you for being my mother.